Friday, April 11, 2014

J ~ Jobs

Growing up Amish, and a girl, my choice of a job or career was extremely limited. Especially in the community we lived in.

I essentially had five options.

Get married and be a wife and mother.

Become a teacher at one of the Amish schools.

Work as a hired girl for mothers the first six weeks after a baby arrives.

Do quilting.

Have a bakery.

I used to dream of being a teacher, salary was horrible at only $11.10 per day, but that was still better than option three and being paid only $5.00 a day for being over worked often catching up on all sorts of jobs the mother didn't enjoy on top of caring for all the housework and often a lot of little children. That option did not appeal to me at all.

I hated quilting, so that was out.

I enjoyed baking, but not all the time. I knew there was no way I wanted to have a bakery.

As it turned out I fell head over heels in love and option one was the only thing I cared about.

Even though it is the hardest job in the word, option one is the one that can have the biggest impact on the world! I love that the Amish community seems to hold mothers in high esteem because their jobs are SO important.

There is a saying, "The hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world." I'm not sure who said it first but it is definitely true. There is no more noble profession than being a wife and mother.I don't think I would be a good teacher, mothers helper, baker or quilter either, although I enjoy each of them on a limited basis. :-)Blessings,Betsy